His mouth pulled off her nipple with a pop and she shuddered, wanting his mouth back there and more. “Lass, I dinnea know you’d be so eager for me.” His accent was thick with his own arousal and she felt herself grow wetter under the expert finger that swirled inside her.
His fingers played her, her vision faded in and out as the pleasure built and stopped as he changed his pace to torture her needy body. She could barely remember to hold onto his shaft and stroke the long length of him when he slipped another finger inside of her. It hadn't been long since she'd had sex - she’d broken up with her boyfriend a few months prior because they were headed nowhere fast- but his finger felt delicious. Rocking her hips on him she gasped as his fingers left her and tore away her panties. Before she realized it, he had spun them and her back slammed against the wall.
“Kieran.” Her voice was sultry and low from her desire. She yanked his head down to hers and kissed him again, grinding his erection against her core, stars in her vision.
The muscles in his neck were tight, she could tell from the tension in his jaw and her orgasm built closer at the idea that she had such a hold over him. Reaching down he wrapped her leg around him, she got the next part on her own, clever girl that she was, and he picked her up, holding her with one hand and guiding his erect cock to her entrance with the other. He pressed just his tip against her entrance and she squirmed against him and the wall, trying to beckon him deeper. His mouth descended on hers again and she cried out when he slammed into her fully. His guttural grunt mixed with her cry and for a second they just stood there, connected and unmoving.
Release danced so close that she bucked her hips impatiently. He laughed and brushed a hand over her hair. “Slow down, lass. I’ll tell you when it’s time.” He kissed her again and she was lost to the dance of their tongues when he slowly began to move his hips in a circular motion.
Pleasure danced through her body as he seated himself deep within her. He was so big she was stretched to the max with every circular thrust of the hips. Her body gyrated against his, glancing his cock against her g-spot with each stroke. When his hand slipped between them and began to rub her swollen clit she bit down on her lower lip from the intensity. She had wanted someone to take charge and if he didn’t give her that look and tell her to come she was going to shatter all on her own.
Nipping at his neck she began hungrily thrusting with him. She wasn't sure if it was the man or having been dying from sexual tension all day, but she couldn't get enough of him. His balls slapped into her and they thrust together, both groaning and moaning in appreciation as the white hot pleasure came closer and closer to fulfillment.
Not stopping the momentum of his hips he slid his hand up her body and teased her nipple, the tight puckered bud hard beneath his fingers. She cried out again and he grinned down at her pleasure filled eyes. Letting his fingers trail down her body and back up again she felt her release coming and her own thrusts grew frenzied, dying to reach that blessed peak. Her head fell backwards and she heard it thump into the wall, but she couldn’t care.
The tension between them ran deep, a connection they were sharing together. His mouth tore from hers and his eyes found hers. Her cries were soft, quick moans and she couldn’t stop them if she wanted as he continued to tweak her nipples and thrust hard and fast into her.
“Now, Rissa. Come with me now.” His last word was strained as he grew closer to release. But his words alone would have thrown her over the edge of pleasure.
Her cry of pleasure echoed off the concrete bakery walls as his finger left her nipple and again massaged her clit and his cock thrusted deeply inside of her. She was unable to help herself as she ground down hard onto his cock, forcing him deep. She cried out as her orgasm came on and he continued to thrust into her, elongating it with every powerful thrust. His speed increased as he pumped harder, and he found his own release. When his hand left her clit and squeezed her shoulder, she smiled knowing he was just as sated as she was. His hips stopped thrusting into her and his head fell next to her ear, breathing hard and deep. Her own breathing a match for his. Slowly she unhooked her legs from his back and he pulled out of her and set her gently on the ground.
She was panting heavily and he was doing the same. The air was thick with sex and the smell didn’t bother her as it usually did. Without a word he bent down and pulled up both his boxers and his jeans, securing the belt and redoing the zipper before grabbing a chair and pushing it out of the way and laying on the floor.
“Coming, lass?” His voice was still deep with his arousal and when he extended his hand up to pull her down to him she couldn’t resist.
“I believe I just did that, Kieran.” She let her lips trail over his chest gently as the kisses trailed lower and lower still.
“Ahh, well I guess we’d better do it again.” He laughed as she did and his mouth captured hers.
Yes, she was going to enjoy this new life in Ireland, but not before she fully finished enjoying Kieran tonight.
Epilogue
He watched her moving in the early morning light. It framed her like the angel he had known to her to be, gleaming off her pale blonde hair. A small dusting of flour covering her nose and he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping a soft kiss to her neck. “Lass, do you know what seeing you covered in flour does to me?”
She laughed and turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing her body against his as she kissed his lips. “I think I might have an idea since a certain Irish scoundrel never disappeared a few months ago after he showed me how to properly use my new bakery.”
He laughed, the sound deep in his chest. She was right. He hadn’t left. Well except to go back to Dublin on an assignment the next day. But he’d been back and he would keep coming back until the day she kicked him out of her little Kilkenny bakery.
“Ahh do you now, lass?”
“Ahhh I do, Kieran. But how about I show you again, there’s still plenty of hours till the streets are busy.” She looked at him with that familiar glint of mischief in her eyes and he didn’t hesitate to follow her out of the bakery as they ran up the cobble road to finish what they started.
Lovers
Ethan Radcliff
Do you want to hear the tale?
Of love and desire
Two lovers on grasses green
Their heat so on fire
They run and hide so as not to fail
Their tryst not be found
By those who would tell, be so mean
They lay on soft green ground
He pushes inside her and bliss ensures
She holds on, passions bound
Their kisses hard and carnal treasures
Her breasts, soft nipples swollen
He labors inside her, long strong strokes
His mouth devours areolas
And his stiff cock is so easily coaxed
Her clit ready as her wet hole
They cum, become so undone, and are one
But soon beauty disappears
As those who watch their indiscretion
Affirm forbidden lover’s fears
They tell and condemn the lovers so dear
A tale of woe, love ends
No longer can they meet, so many eyes leer
This tale must end my friend
For The First Time
By Zoe Adams
For the one who got away…
“Now… Kairi, we’ve been friends for a long time, haven’t we? Five years, I would say. And I know I have told you before, but I just want you to realize that I really like you. Do you think you could ever go out with someone like me? And I don’t just mean meeting for a coffee in town, or going to a gig with you. I mean, like a proper date, or even… Oh God, I suck at this!” Troy held his head in his hands. His reflection in the first floor men’s toilets followed suit.
He was meeting Kairi for lunch, in less than five minutes, and every speech he concocted in thi
s silly little head of his sounded shittier and shittier. Words were truly failing him. It was like in the silly musical about the ogre, when he sang that a fair maiden would understand what he meant when he got tongue-tied. He had sat through it with her but a few weeks ago when it came on Netflix, and she had sobbed her heart out through songs that meant a lot. When the central character made his declaration of love, Troy realized he should have done the same. She would have tried to laugh it off, but he would assure her that his feelings were true. They would embrace, and he would kiss her. Passions would surge and merge into one indestructible night of passion and –
His phone vibrated furiously in trouser pocket, and he fished it out. Gulping, he answered the call, with a coolness he definitely did not feel.
“Kairi, hey.”
“Where are you? You said you’d meet me at reception five minutes ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I… Erm… I’m in the loo.”
“Ew, gross. Just… Just hurry up, will you? There’s a cheese and ham Panini waiting for me. My name’s on it, and YOU are buying!”
He could hear her smile, as he cut the call short. She had a beautiful smile. It lit up his world and gave him a reason to get up in the morning. He actually enjoyed coming into work because of her. Okay, so they worked in different departments of the building for the Young People’s Support Service, but they still made time to see each other. They were friends, after all.
It was Kairi who had put in a good word for him working in the Human Resources side of things, whilst she managed a branch of social workers. She pushed him for the interview, helped him practice for she knew the types of questions they would ask. And all their hard work paid off. He worked five days a week in the service, and had a steady income. He had good work relationships, and he brought in an income to the house he shared with his long-time friend, Wayne. Things were looking up.
He checked himself in the mirror, and for good measure, gave himself a slap on the cheek. He was glad that nobody else was around to see what a tit he was making of himself.
“It’s now or never,” he muttered, turning away from his equally shaking reflection, and headed out of the door. He had a date with destiny, and he could only hope that fate would be kind to him, after all these years.
* * *
“What a morning! Just a heads up, some paperwork will be coming your way. Percy – Angie Percy – is going through a disciplinary. Been sharing confidential information with people about a sensitive issue in one of her cases. She’s been with us for God knows how long, and she behaves like this! Did she leave her brain at home or something?”
Kairi flopped back in the café chair, the bottle of cold water in her hand. Thursdays always seemed to be hectic days in the office, and today was proving to be no exception. She was glad that she was taking an hour out for lunch, and she was even happier, that it wasn’t a work related case. Troy meant a lot to her, and when he had suggested a lunch meet up, she had jumped at the chance. Spending time with him was something she treasured.
In the time that she had been in a controlling, manipulative relationship for the three years she spent at university, she had missed Troy’s company. Luke, her ex-boyfriend, had sent Troy threatening texts, calls and social media messages, telling him to back off and leave her alone. And all that time she hadn’t noticed what he was capable of.
When she secured the social work role in the Youth Service, she broke up with him, moved her things out of the council rented home they shared, and moved back to her hometown. And she set about repairing one of the greatest friendships she had ever had.
Troy looked relieved to be out of the office. Human Resources was a constantly active environment, and she had been initially worried that he wouldn’t cope with the workload, but he had changed in the time that they had been away from each other. He was stronger, focused. And he was still incredibly handsome. She had always found him to be an attractive man, ever since they had met at college, when they were doing their A-Levels. She had hidden her feelings from him, and whilst they had flirted on occasion, she didn’t want to jeopardize what they had.
And this in turn led to her tragic relationship with Luke. Three years that she mistook for love had been nothing but hardship, woe, and abuse. Never physical, always mental. She had taken a turn for the worse for after one shouting match with him, and had swallowed a handful of pain medication, chasing it down with half a bottle of white wine that remained in their small fridge. The last thing she remembered had been hitting the floor…
“Are you ready to order or not?” Troy’s voice brought her back to the present, and she looked down at the laminated lunch menu that had been left in front of her since their arrival. A busty young waitress with dyed red hair was waiting for her to speak.
“I told you – cheese and ham. Panini. Oh, and a bag of those vegetable crisp things. They were really nice last time.” She pushed the menu back toward to Troy, who in turn, handed it to the waitress.
“Same, please.”
The waitress nodded, and set off back inside the café, her high ponytail swinging in time with her hips.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Troy?” she asked, cocking her head. “You look a little sick.”
“I’m fine. Just hungry. So, are we still on for our London jaunt this weekend? The paperwork for the hotel arrived this morning.”
“Sure! I’m so excited – The Lion King is meant to be so good! Are you looking forward to it?” Kairi was thrilled that they were going on a weekend break. Just as friends. They had single beds booked at the hotel. They had shared a bed once, when they were both too drunk at a house party to even comprehend moving. The fact that he was accompanying her to theatre was even more exciting.
Troy nodded. “Listen, I want to talk to you about –”
Troy was interrupted by the arrival of their lunches, and Kairi set upon hers like a woman possessed. Breakfast biscuits only lasted for so long, contrary to what the television adverts told the world. She had struggled with her weight for long enough, and finally, she felt comfortable. Cutting down her intake, and hitting the gym, was what had helped her. Not faddy diets.
“So,” she said, with a mouthful of food, “what did you want to talk to me about?”
Troy was picking at his lunch. He nibbled the crisps, and his Panini lay untouched on the plate. He reached for the Coke glass, and took a large gulp.
“London. I know we are going as friends, and we have been friends for a really long time…”
Kairi’s stomach gave a funny little jolt. Was her life doing something unexpected, and confusing, and wonderful all at the same time?
“Will you come to London with me, not as my best friend, but as my… God this sounds awful, but as my girlfriend?”
She was sure that her jaw had dropped. Troy had asked her out. Five years it had taken, and he had finally asked her out. She toyed with the cygnet ring on her right hand, choosing her words carefully. He really did look sick now.
“You do realize you sound like we’re eighteen again, don’t you?”
“Oh… I’m sorry, I-”
“Ask me again.” She sounded braver than she felt.
“What?”
“Ask me out again.”
Troy took a deep breath and reached across the table. Without thinking, Kairi placed her hands in his. Troy had proved himself to be a man in control of his life, and by God, he needed to sound it now. She needed him to prove to her that he wanted her just as much as she wanted to be with him.
“Be mine, Kairi. Be mine, always. I… I fucking love you. I have for years, and even if you say no, I will continue to love you. My heart can’t take it anymore, and I know I sound like a pussy, but I need you. Now. Forever. Always.” He took her hand, bringing it to his mouth, lightly kissing the knuckles, one by one.
Kairi’s heart fluttered. His kisses were gentle, but so commanding all at the same time, and whilst she knew a blush was creeping up her cheeks at his impassioned speech,
she could feel her the funny tingling telltale sensation in her stomach. The telltale sign that she was aroused.
“Yes,” she said softly, nodding her head. Her soft brown hair was slipping from her clip, and it was framing her face in the nicest, yet most irritating way possible. She hoped she looked as beautiful as she felt. “Yes!”
Her eyes met Troy’s, and she knew that she was truly in love with him. She was madly, deeply in love, like never before. Luke had filled a void, and satisfied a certain need, but they had never connected on such a surreal level as she and Troy did. And in this moment, with his lips still pressed to her knuckles, Kairi knew she would never love another person as much as she loved him.
She didn’t want to go back to work. Not after this lunch. Would this count as a first date? And oh God, they were going away on Saturday morning! Had he planned this? Her brain was working overtime, and Troy must have realized that, for she felt the lightest, yet sharpest nip from his teeth on her skin. It didn’t help matters much – it got her focused on eating the rest of her lunch, but the arousal she felt was something else entirely. Now was not the time. She had never publicly masturbated, and she wasn’t about to start now!
As their lunch date drew to a close Troy paid the bill, refusing to let Kairi pay for her drink. As she shouldered her handbag, he held out his hand for her to take. Shyly, she let their fingers entwine, as they made the short trip back to the offices. Their fingers felt good together – as if they had been made for each other.
The Greeks once believed that people were created with four arms and legs, and a two-faced head. The God’s split them apart, and the people were condemned to find their other half. Their soul mate.
Kairi felt as if she had found hers at last, even minutes into their relationship.
* * *
“Let me give you a hand with that,” Troy said, as the train opened its doors. He and Kairi stood on the platform, small weekend suitcases by their sides. So far, their relationship hadn’t undergone any shifts or changes, except that he told her he loved her on the phone last night, before they went to sleep in their separate homes.
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